Friday, September 21, 2012

Lumpy Love






Yes, Lumpy love.

          Love has many forms and can be shown in many ways. I often ponder the way I show my loved ones that I love them.  Sometimes I do it with loud and obnoxious kisses and hugs. The twelve year old is waning away from this display which I will, of course, continue in front of his peers. It is simply payback for keeping me awake from 2am to 4am during the first year of his life. I often make their favorite food items to gnosh on as another way to show LoVe…..fast forward to “lumps”.
          For several years now I have make homemade strawberry freezer jam in big quantities for these younglings. They have told me they enjoy this treat and my stash of twenty pint jars are usually gone after a few months. I have taken extra care in the preparation to leave some of the strawberries slightly intact instead of completely liquified because, I mean, come on….its yummier to have a bit of strawberry laying on your toast to bite into…..right?
          Last night Dad was out of the house…church…wait, work….no church…whichever…dad was gone. Mamma survives this by either opening up some Campbell’s chunky soup or frozen waffles etc. Luckily…..I was feeling “extra” nice. It’s toast and jam night. Max quickly stopped my slathering of the toast to request “Ummm…..please…no lumps mom.” HUH? “Yeah….I don’t like the lumpy strawberries in the jam.” Which to my dismay ALL of the other kids agreed. WHAT? That is the best part!!!
          After thinking about this for awhile I have come to the conclusion that those crazy little kids can have their “unlumpy” jam. I will just eat the lumps out before I smear it on their toast. I will continue to make the jam lumpy. I am thankful for their many different “lumps”…or lack of “lumps”. Each one of these kids is awesomely different and has their own quirky personalities. It’s amazing to be their mom and watch them pick their own lumpy way of life. 
          My hubby is truly the best at showing love though food. He eats whatever lump is placed in front of him and never complains. What a brave man. It doesn’t hurt that he always gives me his pickle off of his plate when we go out to eat either. I sure am one lucky woman. <3

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